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Mo Lingwei savors the deep meaning hidden in Feng Shaojin's words. She is silent for a long time and suddenly nods: "I know."
She raised her hand and began to untie the buckle on the cheongsam, from the neckline to the waist.
She was so thin that she could see the back of her dark green hand trembling slightly. She struggled with the delicate and complicated buttons. Sometimes she couldn't untie them, so she pulled hard, as if she was a little angry.
Feng Shaojin stares at her actions coldly. Her eyes move down from her gorgeous face, inch by inch across the graceful swan neck, and then to the slightly exposed round and white shoulders...
Feng Shaojin stares at the faint tooth mark scar still left on her shoulders. Her eyes are rolling like dark waves, her throat is rolling up and down, and her tight body is gradually stiff Live.
He suddenly grasped the hand that Mo Lingwei was continuing to untie the plate. Thin lips caught her cherry blossom lips, and the other arm held her slender waist.
Mo Lingwei opened her eyes, looked at the man close at hand, and closed her eyes.
Feng Shaojin: ---
he slowly released his arm and stared at her slightly swollen lips. There was a touch of self mockery and sarcasm in his deep and hoarse voice: "you don't know, you don't understand what I want."
Feng Shaojin turns around like a deserter who has lost his armor and left his bedroom.
His back lonely, as if a little later, she will be aware of the heart of the rout.
Mo Lingwei just feels a little difficult to breathe, and her body is soft. Her arm firmly supports the windowsill, forcing herself to stand well, and her palm pulls the curtain tightly.
What else does he want besides her?
Mo Lingwei doesn't know why Feng Shaojin suddenly let her go, and doesn't know what his last sentence means.
She didn't want to know.
All she knew was that Feng Shaojin refused to send Xiuer away from Yuncheng.
She shouldn't have given him the slightest hope in the first place.
It seems that she never guessed through Feng Shaojin's mind, but it doesn't matter. Now she doesn't want to guess any more. Just follow his will.
When he's in a better mood, it's not too late to mention it.
Xiuer's body has not been fully recovered, the road is long, and it is not suitable for long-distance bumps.
Mo Lingwei's trembling fingers go up along the cheongsam, groping for a little bit of the button at the collar's mouth...
Feng Shaojin leaves the bedroom in a hurry and stands in the corridor, not knowing where to go.
When he recovered, he had already entered the guest room, sat on the edge of the bed and looked at the sleeping Xiuer.
Feng Shaojin stares at Xiu'er's face that looks like Mo Lingyuan, and a bitter smile suddenly appears on her lips.
If only this child was his own, even if she didn't want him and wanted to be free, as long as there was a child she gave birth to with him, he would let her be free.
She is so devoted to her nephew. If she is her own child, she doesn't know what she will be like. Maybe even for the sake of the child, she will be reluctant to stay with him.
Feng Shaojin can't figure out why Mo Lingwei still can't figure out his heart. If he only wants her, why should he restrain himself all the time?
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Mo Lingwei savors the deep meaning hidden in Feng Shaojin's words. She is silent for a long time and suddenly nods: "I know."
She raised her hand and began to untie the buckle on the cheongsam, from the neckline to the waist.
She was so thin that she could see the back of her dark green hand trembling slightly. She struggled with the delicate and complicated buttons. Sometimes she couldn't untie them, so she pulled hard, as if she was a little angry.
Feng Shaojin stares at her actions coldly. Her eyes move down from her gorgeous face, inch by inch across the graceful swan neck, and then to the slightly exposed round and white shoulders...
Feng Shaojin stares at the faint tooth mark scar still left on her shoulders. Her eyes are rolling like dark waves, her throat is rolling up and down, and her tight body is gradually stiff Live.
He suddenly grasped the hand that Mo Lingwei was continuing to untie the plate. Thin lips caught her cherry blossom lips, and the other arm held her slender waist.
Mo Lingwei opened her eyes, looked at the man close at hand, and closed her eyes.
Feng Shaojin: ---
he slowly released his arm and stared at her slightly swollen lips. There was a touch of self mockery and sarcasm in his deep and hoarse voice: "you don't know, you don't understand what I want."
Feng Shaojin turns around like a deserter who has lost his armor and left his bedroom.
His back lonely, as if a little later, she will be aware of the heart of the rout.
Mo Lingwei just feels a little difficult to breathe, and her body is soft. Her arm firmly supports the windowsill, forcing herself to stand well, and her palm pulls the curtain tightly.
What else does he want besides her?
Mo Lingwei doesn't know why Feng Shaojin suddenly let her go, and doesn't know what his last sentence means.
She didn't want to know.
All she knew was that Feng Shaojin refused to send Xiuer away from Yuncheng.
She shouldn't have given him the slightest hope in the first place.
It seems that she never guessed through Feng Shaojin's mind, but it doesn't matter. Now she doesn't want to guess any more. Just follow his will.
When he's in a better mood, it's not too late to mention it.
Xiuer's body has not been fully recovered, the road is long, and it is not suitable for long-distance bumps.
Mo Lingwei's trembling fingers go up along the cheongsam, groping for a little bit of the button at the collar's mouth...
Feng Shaojin leaves the bedroom in a hurry and stands in the corridor, not knowing where to go.
When he recovered, he had already entered the guest room, sat on the edge of the bed and looked at the sleeping Xiuer.
Feng Shaojin stares at Xiu'er's face that looks like Mo Lingyuan, and a bitter smile suddenly appears on her lips.
If only this child was his own, even if she didn't want him and wanted to be free, as long as there was a child she gave birth to with him, he would let her be free.
She is so devoted to her nephew. If she is her own child, she doesn't know what she will be like. Maybe even for the sake of the child, she will be reluctant to stay with him.
Feng Shaojin can't figure out why Mo Lingwei still can't figure out his heart. If he only wants her, why should he restrain himself all the time?
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Mo Lingwei savors the deep meaning hidden in Feng Shaojin's words. She is silent for a long time and suddenly nods: "I know." She raised her hand and began to untie the buckle on the cheongsam, from the neckline to the waist. She was so thin that she could see the back of her dark green hand trembling slightly. She struggled with the delicate and complicated buttons. Sometimes she couldn't untie them, so she pulled hard, as if she was a little angry. Feng Shaojin stares at her actions coldly. Her eyes move down from her gorgeous face, inch by inch across the graceful swan neck, and then to the slightly exposed round and white shoulders... Feng Shaojin stares at the faint tooth mark scar still left on her shoulders. Her eyes are rolling like dark waves, her throat is rolling up and down, and her tight body is gradually stiff Live. He suddenly grasped the hand that Mo Lingwei was continuing to untie the plate. Thin lips caught her cherry blossom lips, and the other arm held her slender waist. Mo Lingwei opened her eyes, looked at the man close at hand, and closed her eyes. Feng Shaojin: --- he slowly released his arm and stared at her slightly swollen lips. There was a touch of self mockery and sarcasm in his deep and hoarse voice: "you don't know, you don't understand what I want." Feng Shaojin turns around like a deserter who has lost his armor and left his bedroom. His back lonely, as if a little later, she will be aware of the heart of the rout. Mo Lingwei just feels a little difficult to breathe, and her body is soft. Her arm firmly supports the windowsill, forcing herself to stand well, and her palm pulls the curtain tightly. What else does he want besides her? Mo Lingwei doesn't know why Feng Shaojin suddenly let her go, and doesn't know what his last sentence means. She didn't want to know. All she knew was that Feng Shaojin refused to send Xiuer away from Yuncheng. She shouldn't have given him the slightest hope in the first place. It seems that she never guessed through Feng Shaojin's mind, but it doesn't matter. Now she doesn't want to guess any more. Just follow his will. When he's in a better mood, it's not too late to mention it. Xiuer's body has not been fully recovered, the road is long, and it is not suitable for long-distance bumps. Mo Lingwei's trembling fingers go up along the cheongsam, groping for a little bit of the button at the collar's mouth... Feng Shaojin leaves the bedroom in a hurry and stands in the corridor, not knowing where to go. When he recovered, he had already entered the guest room, sat on the edge of the bed and looked at the sleeping Xiuer. Feng Shaojin stares at Xiu'er's face that looks like Mo Lingyuan, and a bitter smile suddenly appears on her lips. If only this child was his own, even if she didn't want him and wanted to be free, as long as there was a child she gave birth to with him, he would let her be free. She is so devoted to her nephew. If she is her own child, she doesn't know what she will be like. Maybe even for the sake of the child, she will be reluctant to stay with him. Feng Shaojin can't figure out why Mo Lingwei still can't figure out his heart. If he only wants her, why should he restrain himself all the time? www.mylovenovel.com , the fastest update of the webnovel!
